The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dark, ancient petroglyphs depicting constellations seem to sear themselves into the weathered surface of a vast, monolithic stone outcropping, like... it's as if they're pulsing, radiating a faint, orange-red heat into the chilly evening air. Uh, the scent of creosote and mesquite hangs heavy over the desolate landscape as the setting sun casts an oblong shadow on the sandstone ground, and a low-pressure system rumbles on the distant horizon. This rock itself appears to have an impossible seven-fold reflection mirroring its rugged silhouette against the surrounding dunes. The air feels heavy, with an electric charge building.